Sometimes I Appreciate Complaints I Find Stupid
A while back I shared a
post about whitewashing minority characters. It swore to boycott the The Forest over most movies that casted
white people when an Asian one would suit, or even be better, because it
discussed a real problem in a real place ongoing in Japan.
Because, the poster
suggested, that suicide rates of the Japanese are among the highest in the
world, and the forest is where many people really do go to kill themselves,
having a blonde hair, blue-eyed lead is doing a disservice to the issue, and is
extra insulting considering Hollywood’s tendency to cast white actors in roles
that minorities could or should have.
I am rarely political on
Facebook, partially because of narcissism, partially because it doesn’t have
anything to do with why people are on my page, partially because I don’t want
to deal with it.
But a lack of diversity in
entertainment and the arts is something particularly important to me. To be
clear, I’m very white. I’m the sort of girl who flashes a little leg to stop a
car and causes an accident. It’s not altruistic, and it’s not something I
experience a lot of myself, but it does reflect my personal fears, the
experiences of close friends; it’s personal to me.
For starters, when I look
at my career and think what is holding me back, I think I need sociability,
business sense, a better vision, style, execution, and a go-to attitude. All of
these things are under my control. If I’m not where I want to be, my main
reasons are changeable.
This is true for everyone.
What if you’re an actor who’s not getting any roles? You want to be the next
big thing? What can you do to bring yourself above your high competition? It’s
difficult, and I don’t think we should belittle white people’s (my) struggle to
get to the top. Yet hope is a key factor in helping you continue on. So as I
sit back and imagine what it would be like to be an Asian actor struggling for
a part and seeing a film that would be perfect for him be taking by the generic
pretty blonde girl who could be in anything, and I have no idea what to do. I
am helpless. What do you do if the main thing keeping you back isn’t skill or
marketing, but something you can’t ever change?
That scares me. Terrifies
me even.
The big difference from
high school to college was realizing how much you had to fight for just the
opportunity. When I was a child, everyone pandered to us, going out of their
way to pay for activities we wanted to do. I mean, I came from a rich,
charitable town filled with people throwing their fortunes at the arts left and
right, so it is probably an extreme case of having prospects available to us.
Yet most children see some sort of system or group bending over backwards in
hopes that they can be in a play, learn how to paint, to play music, to write.
You are offered options left and right for performances and contests and other
means to try out activities you may like.
Out in the real world,
however, it’s not the same. No one cares if you, a 25 year old actor, gets the
chance to be in a play. The directors want to create their vision. They’re not
going to cast extra people just to give them something to do. The producers
want to create it cheaply. Play producers deliberately pick scripts with fewer
actors, limiting the number of people who can even be in the production to
about five. The playwrights want to be picked up, so they’re going to
deliberately write smaller casts in contemporary settings because those are the
ones made and awarded. Everyone is out for themselves and no one is thinking
about, “How can I include you?”
To be perfectly clear,
that’s true for everyone, and it makes sense to me in both artistic and a
business sense. I am going to create the best work I can, and I’m not going to
go out of my way to hire a model or actor who doesn’t fit the character, or
accept an artist whose work I don’t like just because they need the exposure. I
may take a chance on someone if they
are just as viable as a more experienced person, or cast the minority actor
over a white one if I don’t care about the race and they’re both as good, but
that doesn’t happen often. I believe people should do what’s best for their
work even if it hurts feelings. It’s not a creator’s job to cause more problems
for themselves just to help someone else out. I mean, he should want to and
supporting each other does some good, but at the end of the day, he writes the
play he wants to write, not the one that actors can do.
But what it means is that
everyone has to work their asses off to just find out about a viable
opportunity, then work their asses off to prove to the people in charge you are
the best candidate, to then work their asses off to do the best job they can
do. And after all that, you have to start all over again when the job is done
because the art world is most often a contract to contract sort of job.
Now cut those limited
“viable” opportunities drastically because you, as an Asian actor, can’t play
most parts. Certainly not the leads, but you’re lucky if they’ll consider you
for the funny friend. Today it’s getting easier to get one-liners and bit parts
like the guy who serves your coffee, but you still have to look the part and,
unless you are moderately attractive brown haired, mid-aged white person,
people are going to notice you, remember you, be distracted by you. Then
there’s the factor that you’ll probably get some sort of racist comment about,
“Oh, I see. Hiring the Asian guy as a math teacher,” or, “Trying to buck the
trend by making the gym teacher Japanese?”
It’s easier for people to
just cast a white guy and avoid complaints about how they casted the Asian guy
wrong.
And while I believe that
the best way to overcome a non-white actor’s “noticeability” is by a
straightforward casting of more non-white people (which I actually think is
being implemented more and more), I also think it’s incredibly wrong to
deliberately take jobs away from hard working white males just to encourage a
wider variety in artists.
For instance, I read about
a suggestion that a fairly successful literary journal should stop producing
men’s work for a year to only include women. I don’t agree with that. It is too
hard to become a successful author for anyone
that refusing men on gender alone is a damaging and sexist tactic. It wouldn’t
be a big deal if being a white male guaranteed you publishing, but it doesn’t.
When Colin Trevorrow, the
director of Jurassic World, was asked
about why female directors aren’t seen as much as men, he responded with most
of them aren’t interested in that kind of thing and received a great deal of
backlash.
I don’t really agree that
there aren’t any women directors out of apathy, but I will say that finding
non-white actors in America can be
difficult, and I wouldn’t be surprised if you struggled with finding female
directors. This doesn’t come from disinterest, however, but discouragement.
Back in college, my
theatre teachers had a bad habit of trying to demoralize their students. We had
a predominantly Hispanic student body and the faculty were very much guilty of
easy criticism wherever they could find it.
They didn’t spare the
white males, however; just got more personal with their reasoning. Non-white
men were too brown. Women were too fat. White men were… well, one was blonde,
so they told him blonde hair couldn’t be lit on stage. (This is directly after
requesting a female bleach her hair even lighter than it already was.) Another
was “a character actor” and there wouldn’t be parts for him until he was forty.
It didn’t matter who you were or what you did, they would come up with some
sort of reason you weren’t going to succeed.
As for me? They were kind
of scared of me, and so just waited until I was out of the room to bad mouth my
projects to the other students with words of wisdom like, “They’re just bad.”
Unless, of course, they were talking to prospective students in which their
tune changed to how wonderful and common my self-initiated projects were.
My professor’s argument
whenever I asked him why he was going out of his way to belittle a student was,
“If you can be discourage, you should be.”
“You should teach kindergarten,” I told him.
“You should teach kindergarten,” I told him.
Get anyone early enough
and everyone can be discouraged. Besides, in this business, you’re going to
face trials, rejections, and assholes whether or not someone takes it on
themselves to make your life harder.
It hit me especially hard
when one student approached me in near tears due to a conference he had with
his professors. I had actually found it to be worse when they just took it on
the chin and accepted their word as law; my fellow students had a habit of just
believing these old bastards when they were told they weren’t going to succeed.
Out of thirty students my freshmen year, only four of us graduated in that
degree. Technically, I graduated alone, but that was because I did so a
semester early.
At least, I thought, he
had the ability to take it to heart and not just trust these professors who had
begrudgingly given up on their dreams and now were determined to never allow a
student to waste their lives like they had wasted their own.
We discussed it. I pointed
out that they can tell every student they have that they’re not going to
succeed and, statistically, they’re probably going to be right. Most of us
aren’t going to succeed. It wouldn’t be shocking if none of us did. But it
should be noted that most famous artists have a teacher who told them they
weren’t going to make it. You don’t need to analyze someone’s talents to say
they’re not going to be the next Johnny Depp. It’s just really good odds that they’re
not.
They told him, of course,
that he wasn’t going to be able to be an actor because there are no Hispanic
parts. He abruptly sobered up and waved me away, saying, “Well that part is
true.”
It stuck with me.
Yes, it is true that out
of the limited parts for “everyone” even less of them are for non-white people.
Drastically less.
But from my perspective as
a white person, no one, I don’t care
how racist they are, is going to admit to you straightforwardly they think like
that unless they are trying to hurt you. Sometimes people will make racist
jokes to a black guy because they want the catharsis, to release the tension
they feel by not being able to voice those thoughts. Donald Trump says horrible
things because not being able to talk about race makes people feel helpless and
angry, because he knows his audience wants a scapegoat to their fears and lack
of control. But when a white person comes up to a non-white person and actually
says the words, “You’re not going to succeed because you’re brown,” he is not
trying to help you.
For starters, he doesn’t
know. Yes, he can recognize it. I see it. I’ve been a stage manager for seven
years and I am very aware that the one black actor is not going to get to play
Dracula, and he’s certainly not going to get Harker. Maybe Helsing (because he
is supposed to be a foreigner to Victorian England anyway), but that’s only if
the director is deliberately choosing to try and cast a minority actor.
But truth is, he can only
be privy to his own racism, especially, in this case, as a director himself. He
can look at statistics and cite anecdotal evidence, but only another actor of
your race can really say, “It’s not worth it,” and have the perspective to know
if it is or not.
What stood out for me
though, in this comment, was how helpless I
felt. I believed, and believe, that the only way to get a wider diversity
in entertainment is for artists to keep reminding people that they are there,
for them to dedicate their lives to their art despite the overwhelming odds
against them.
I say that, but could I do
it?
Hope is such a key in
keeping yourself going. I don’t worry about my race, and I don’t even really
worry about my gender, though some women do. I strongly think that I can do
something to affect my position in life. I don’t have this overwhelming and
unchangeable obstacle stopping me. Could I ever be capable of pursing my work
if I knew that it is severely unlikely I will succeed? Just because I might be
paving the path for others like me?
It’s a lot to ask.
It’s unfair to ask people
like Colin Trevorrow to take a hit on his career and turn down a movie just to
give it over to a woman, especially if he did step down, it would still go to
another man. Even the implication that he only got it because he is a white
male is disparaging to him. I can’t say why he got asked to do it, but I know
that whether it was through hard work, networking, or luck, no one said, “Oh,
you’re white,” and let him have the job.
It’s difficult to ask
writers and producers and directors to write and finance minority leads because
it actually does limit your target audience. People point out that the new Star Wars movie had a black and female
lead and it sold perfectly fine. Yet,
I say that it sold because of the branding, and that script, for many reasons
outside of bigotry, would not have done as well if it wasn’t Star Wars. I don’t think it would have
even gotten made. I mean, what’s the pitch?
The great thing about self-publishing is we see much more diversity in books from indies because they’re not so business oriented, singularly minded enough to think they can get away with it, perhaps unaware, or it simply being important to them personally. The self-publishing industry begins to normalize the sight of non-white males, which is exactly what needs to occur. But what you also see on these books featuring a dark skin protagonist are comments like, “Sorry, I just can’t relate to black people.”
The great thing about self-publishing is we see much more diversity in books from indies because they’re not so business oriented, singularly minded enough to think they can get away with it, perhaps unaware, or it simply being important to them personally. The self-publishing industry begins to normalize the sight of non-white males, which is exactly what needs to occur. But what you also see on these books featuring a dark skin protagonist are comments like, “Sorry, I just can’t relate to black people.”
And God forbid you write an
interracial romance.
I think we all know that
everyone will go to a movie about a white man, but there are many who were
furious to see who starred in this last Star
Wars. (Though, it makes sense to me, because Rey isn’t “competing” with
Luke personality-wise.)
White people, especially a
brown haired, thin, clean-shaven, 30 year old, male, has no personality. That
is our sexism against men—you are defined only by your work and how much money
you make. In some ways, it’s freeing because a man, especially a character in a
book, can be whatever you want him to be. He can’t exactly get away with
“women’s work,” but in personality, the character is defined by his actions and
only his actions. As a woman or a minority, you already have something said
about you the moment you walk in. On the positive side, you have an immediate
personality, something that will make people remember you. Even if “all Asians
look the same,” when meeting a person in a one-on-one situation, people tend to
immediately create backstories for a non-white person or woman, while white
males are likely to go ignored and forgotten.
This, in many ways, makes
it easier for a writer when sticking to white male characters. Every time you
put in racial diversity, or even a female, you’re saying something. It’s not even the issue of everyone being able to
implant themselves into a white male easier, it’s that a white male is a blank
slate, one that can be transformed into whatever you want him to be. No one’s
going to say much no matter what flaws you give him: workaholic, lazy, greedy,
selfish, a doormat even. Yes, these flaws will say something about him, but it
rarely says things about white men in general. Not unless the author is very
pointed in saying, “THIS IS HOW I SEE MEN.”
But you write an Asian
person you’re going to get comments. Everything that character does becomes a
reflection on how you see Asian people. Even if you avoid stereotypes, it’s
going to get complaints.
So we have a problem.
White male characters are defined by their actions. They don’t need to be role
models, but they could be. Pretty much anyone will come and see (and pay for) a
movie featuring a white guy, less for an Asian guy. The writer is free, the
producer is happy, the audience doesn’t have to be jarred out of immersion
wondering why the creators chose to make that character black. The only real
reasons, it seems, for anyone to ever make a movie about a non-white character
is to either deliberately encourage diversity or because it makes sense for the
script.
And in The Forest, it makes sense the character
would be Asian.
I am not boycotting the
film, though I’m probably not going to go see it either. I don’t believe that
just because it is set in Japan it needs to feature a Japanese person, just as
much as I would like the entertainment industry to stop jamming in token female
characters that don’t belong in the story. Writing a horror film featuring a
blonde tourist in the suicide forest of Japan isn’t that big of a deal in
itself, but we can see why, being that we don’t see Asian leads often at all, it can be especially painful or
insulting to some when it deliberately avoided casting a non-white person
obviously because they thought a white girl would yield a more positive
reaction.
When I shared the post, I
did so because I thought it was interesting, it was passionate, and I felt for
him. What I did not expect (albeit naively) was the comments I received about
how he was just whining and it didn’t matter and we all needed to stop being so
politically correct.
I get this. I like some
racist and sexist jokes, and I too have struggled with a culture that demands
for contrary and too vast of understanding for anyone to truly be able to
accomplish. I have been pained over whether it was insensitive to make my hotel
maid Hispanic or if it was insensitive to avoid making her Hispanic. Is this
joke poignant or insensitive? How can we reflect the reality we see and yet
encourage a reality we want? I have avoided making posts like this, discussing
racial issues that I question a lot simply because I am white, because I know
people will flip a bitch at the mention of it, and because I don’t want to
admit my own warped view of the world. I also don’t want to seem like I’m
pandering to a problem I don’t understand, that whole, “But I’m different
guys,” mentality. I don’t want to look racist, I don’t want to look like I’m
bragging about how unracist I am. I certainly don’t want to sound insincere.
How can you discuss race without saying something about yourself? Yet avoiding
making commentary about real patterns we see in our life can just make problems
worse.
I remember when Jim C.
Hines made a joke about how some people respect male authors more than females,
his comment following the lines of, “Does typing with your penis really produce
better art?”
The next week he posted a
second blog apologizing. Someone, very angry, pointed out how they believed
“gender” wasn’t defined by autonomy but by identity.
This irritated me beyond
all belief. It wasn’t that I was against transgenderism, but that person was
ruining a joke—which are pretty much guaranteed to exclude certain perspectives
and personal experiences—because he felt his philosophy on what is a man or a
woman wasn’t being considered. Get over yourself! I thought. At the time, I
believed that it obviously wasn’t the point and that it didn’t matter. Any joke
about gender would be a generalization.
Later on I looked back on
it and started to realize: even though I still thought this commenter needed to
accept that writing, and especially comedy, can’t make a statement while being
completely inclusive, I realized that because of that comment I was better
aware of that person’s existence and different perspective.
So it’s not that I’m
saying we get rid of racist comments or force ourselves to always include
minorities in a movie, or that just because one person feels a script should feature
a person of their own race it must be limited to that, but instead of shutting
down every time someone points out a problem that we don’t care about, that we
think they shouldn’t care about, instead of getting mad, do exactly what we’re
telling them to: Get over it.
A man I had gone to high school with—quintessential Wyoming guy and everything that comes with it—posted a comment on my share about how we were racist for even focusing on race in the first place. What pissed me off most was that this lazy attack actually got to me, and in the end, it wasn’t an argument. Racism, stupidity, being “fat” or ugly—all easy insults you can state to anyone without knowing anything about them and it will get to them.
And, yes, you can validly
label the desire to see more minorities in film as racist, I’ll accept that,
but it’s not really the question. The question is why is the Asian blogger
bothered so much? Why is the white writer bothered so much? Why is the white classmate
bothered so much? Why does racism bother us so much, whose needs are important,
whose are petty, and how can we come to a solution?
When I shared that post, I
got a lot of “Who cares?” comments. Some were friendly enough, but said, “It’s
just one film.” Most people said the problem was irrelevant and wasn’t worth
anyone’s time.
But really? Because I post
complaints about adverbs and why “minute” needs to be spelled differently all
of the time and you never take the effort to state how completely irrelevant it
is to your life. And those concerns of mine are pretty damn irrelevant.
If it doesn’t matter if
the character is Asian or white, then let those who it does matter for speak
their minds and make a change. Because it doesn’t matter, right? So what do you
care if they convince someone down the line to start giving leading roles to
Asian people? If this post and others like it finally convinces someone to go
out of their way, take a chance, and cast someone who rarely gets any
opportunities to create the art they love simply because they don’t look right?
But if you do care, if you do find yourself feeling unhappy because someone
chose to make the lead a non-white, then you should understand best why it’s so important to them to
have themselves represented in a film, and why complaints like this are so
necessary. Because you know how they feel when they have to look at someone who
doesn’t look like them.
And, on the good side, the
more open we are to having diversity in our stories, the less restricted we are
to having diversity. No more token women crammed into a story-line she doesn’t
belong. No more trying to pussy-foot around the issue of the time-traveling
African American. Better representation of real cities and locations. More
freedom to represent females in the way we see them without fear of “pissing
off the feminists.” More freedom to write about a tourist in Japan without
instilling pain to the Asian community. The more we see females and minorities
on screen, the less we need to see
them.
It’s not that one film
chose to star a white woman. It’s that it’s one of the few that had very good
reason to star someone else, and it still couldn’t be compelled to take the
horrible risk of having a non-white protagonist.
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